Anyone can post postcard-perfect pictures. (And yes, I will too.) In the past two days, though, I’ve been more interested in capturing critters. Next post: flora of France
Posts Tagged ‘Pecking order’
Fauna of France
Posted in Chickens, Random, tagged Bright ideas, Chickens, Food, France, Pecking order, Travel, Trish (the chicken) on September 18, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Goldilocks and the evil chair
Posted in Random, tagged Bright ideas, Death, Pecking order, Peeves, The Gym on October 5, 2010 | 4 Comments »
Working my way through the YMCA group class schedule makes me feel like a certain girl who has a fondness for bears (and breaking and entering). Stacie’s Zumba class was too fast. Bobbi’s Zumba class was too slow (and filled with snotty women). Ellen’s MVE Pilates class may be just right. I’ll still go to [...]
Somebody’s watching me
Posted in Chickens, tagged Chicken coop, Chickens, Pecking order, Peeves, Pets, Poop, Rage, Trish (the chicken) on July 7, 2010 | 5 Comments »
I haven’t posted about the chickens, Shelly and Jeanne, for a while. It’s because I hate them. They started it. They hated me first. It doesn’t help that they are so much stinkier and messier than Trish was. But they do seem more interested in me lately. They haven’t run quite as fast when I [...]
“So what we got now is Brokeback Mountain!”
Posted in Random, tagged Bright ideas, Facilities crew, Kids, Parenting, Pecking order on June 26, 2010 | 6 Comments »
The summer me is so different from the fall, winter and spring me. I wear hats. I don’t wear shoes. I wear T-shirts. I don’t wear makeup. I have plenty of things to do. I don’t have motivation. I didn’t take a shower yesterday until 10 p.m. because I spent most of the day in [...]
Loathing, unadulterated loathing
Posted in Chickens, tagged Chicken coop, Chickens, Loneliness, Parenting, Pecking order, Pets, Trish (the chicken) on May 7, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
The chickens hate me. Or they are completely terrified of me. Or both. It makes me sad, because Trish loved me. And I’ve done all the same things with them that I did with her, like talking and petting. There’s nothing worse than ungrateful poultry. It’s foul fowl behavior. But I guess I should expect [...]
Murder in the ‘ham
Posted in Chickens, tagged Chicken coop, Chickens, Death, Pecking order, Rage, Trish (the chicken) on March 2, 2010 | 6 Comments »
Domestic dispute leads to murder From Staff Reports A apparent domestic dispute led to murder in Effingham County Monday afternoon. Trish La Gallina, 1, was reportedly killed by her sister, Maggie The Dog, 8, after an altercation in the family’s back yard. Their father, Eddie C., found Trish’s broken body Tuesday morning. “I looked out [...]
Need a Hen Pal?
Posted in Chickens, tagged Bright ideas, Facebook, Pecking order, Requests, Trish (the chicken) on January 27, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Trish the Chicken now has her own Facebook page. Trish is more technologically advanced than any chicken (and many people). Check her out:
Part IV: The jig is up
Posted in Random, tagged Courtship, Loneliness, Pecking order on January 13, 2010 | 1 Comment »
SHE SAID During my six-month sentence, I dated a cowboy, a lawyer, an air conditioning repairman, a Hunter Army Air Field pilot, a hotel owner, two photographers and a police officer. There may have been others. (Lest you think I was ‘ho-ing it up, these were not those kind of dates.) I just went out [...]
“Columbine”
Posted in Random, tagged Bureaucrats, Death, Kids, Loneliness, Media, Parenting, Pecking order, Politicians, Rage, Students on December 21, 2009 | 13 Comments »
I rarely read for fun anymore because I don’t have time. People, Newsweek and Entertainment Weekly are my only sources of reading enjoyment. Sad, I know. While I was in Barnes & Noble buying a book for research, I decided to buy “Columbine” by Dave Cullen because I had heard so many good things about [...]
Cannibalism in action
Posted in Chickens, tagged Chickens, Death, Food, Pecking order, Pets, Trish (the chicken), Vegetarian/vegan on December 4, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Not only does Reggie not care that Trish has been hanging out with him on the front porch, but he lets her eat his food. This was the scene this morning: However, that cat food is probably made of … chicken. Gross.
